Druid Child written in the milk of Oimelc's ink

Let bars of Iron not bind its mind to be another Man Cow.

Or touch the burning brand of Adam to its Shining Brow
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So few are born like it with the Third Eye.

Goddesses Ceridwen's special gift, the Awen of Why.

Be it born a She or He the Druid Soul carieth not a Jot.

For it is not the sex that has cast this special child"s sacred Lot.

But in its Blood there is an invisible third stand of cosmic DNA.

The Ancient Oak's hidden Gift to the Druid's Soul Way.

And with it, a Child is born in the knowledge of the Ley.

This rare blood carries special kinship to all that's wild or pagus still alive Today.

To it Awen flows down from the ancient and sacred Oak that Groves.

Only in the far off lost lands of the Fae.

Where they guard its ancient life each Night to Day.

Through all five seasons of the mystic Dark and Light.

From those on Earth born to the ancient evil Way.

Yet still rule over man, even to this very modern Day.

Their goal to cut down this Ancient and sacred Oak.

And of its wood, finish Humanities final Yoke.

To gain ultimate power for them there is no other Way.

Still as long a Druid child is born and remembers ancient Ley.

A blind and lost Humanity will remain somewhat free for another Day.




If this tale rings deep in the well of mind for You.

Doubt not its flash of strange but sweet Awen.

As Goddess Ceridwen has blessed your tongue with just a drop or Two.

And she need not to give reference to old Men with Silk and Bordered Robes
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That used the wood from our sacred Groves to feed the fires of their Roman Globes.


The Druid King

Copyrite George King February 22, 2013

Drone Fly, written in Sky Blue Death.

Riders in the Sky

Killer Drones with an electric Eye.

We all know their evil Game.

But someone has given them our Name

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Now life will never be the Same.

Join us now my brothers and learn to Fight.

Or die from the sky's hell fire sone dark and moonless Night.

We the common people known we are in the Right.

But for Right to have meaning it must have Mite.

Are you with me Sisters and Brothers or will you die cowards in the Night?

Oh where is the Drone Fly's evil Nest.

Turned out day and night by the robots at the Evil one's Request.

So tonight we fight as true men and live or die we know we did our Best.

The Druid King

Copyright November 16, 2012 by George King

Odin's Visit: Written in ink of Cosmic Blue White Ice

I had a visit from old God Odin the other day.

Just dropped by to let me known he still felt Druids were ok.

Still he said that some had taken the white a little to lilyfied in their modern way.

And wished more still had Fire in their Staffs like the Cole-Men Druids of yesterday.

Then he ask can you still fight that which is coming this way?

Now that you stand alone without the help of the dJinn or the Fae.

Or will you shatter and turn to dust like dolls of unfired clay?

When this ancient evil once again blows your way.

Sadly I had to say, there all still some of true Oak that will stay the Ley.

But you know without all the Old Gods help, the dJinn and the Fae.

We that remain no longer have the power to focus the Ley.

Humanity will surely fall for there is no other way.

And as he turned to fly away

This was what I heard him say.

Train well and fight hard with Thor this soon coming day.

If need be, die proud like a Druid of old in the Odin's way.

The Druid King

Copyright May 11, 2012 George King

And yes that is the smell of evil blowing in the Cosmic wind.


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http://thedruidking.blogspot.comI post some of my views and research in the Pagus World
http://sourpearls.blogspot.comI post my Poems other with a small glimpse of SummerLand and the Pagus World from a Druid's point of view.
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http://janicescottreeder.blogspot.com/The Old Druid's Spot
Daily Forecasts, Faery Finder and Magickal Things.
http://holomultiverses.blogspot.com/Janice's Holomultiverses What the holomultiverses are. I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.

The Blue of Night: Written in the Blue blood of the Picts

As I walked the Ley twas the deep dark blue of night.

One could almost feel the ancient Picts coming out again to fight.

It seems like only yesterday, ten thousand years ago.

In blue of night, with Flint and Fire oh how the blood did flow.

Those poor Blue Souls so many lost in battles ancient show.

Come now again to fight, as they really have no other place to go.

It was so long, long ago, when I still wore my callings white.

Staff of fire, Magi and Master of the blue and bloody night.

All races feared whence I came.

For War and Pestilence were my fame.

Even the mighty Fae gave me pass.

And in time of War my aid did ask.

We who plotted and first cut the Ley.

Letting Earth's Magick bleed into the land of day.

So deep were our crimes , even the Gods had to turn away.

But first they cursed us, to have to return, in a far and distant day.

To stand and fight one righteous battle for Pagus and the land.

Against even a greater returning evil, that which had created Man.

The Druid King

Dedicated to the ancient Cole-Man of the Ley.
May this time our Sins be put away.

Copyright George King May 9, 2012

See all my poems and blood red ink at http://soulpears.blogspot.com   also my thoughts on Druids then and now http://thedruidking.blogspot.com

And Yes it the Smell of coming evil that's blowing in the Wind.

Dream Catcher: Written In Silver Orb Weaver ink.

The Orb Weaver with her silver web cast so high.
Fishes only at night in the winds of the mystic sky.

Seen by few shimmering In the silent Silver Moonlight.

May your own dream catcher be like this Magick Orb.

Stopping any evil dreams that chose to come your way.

 But letting the Starlight keep all your dreams happy and gay.

 The Druid King

 Copyright George King 03-21-2012